I'll worry about liking you if I see you in a week or two with something other than a busted ship.
The deal is simple. You'll find the boards you'll have access to, in addition to the keys for the trainee hanger sent backways to the channel you initially contacted us on. Your targets will be there. You'll draw your pay for anything downed. If you shoot the wrong bodies we will kill you. By that I mean I will hunt you down and end you. There aint no ejecting from a knife where your face used to be.
He killed the butt of his smoke, grinding the filter into one of many burn scars on the bar.
Likewise if I catch so much as a whiff of you trying to deduce who is hiring us out to do what. You'll be competing with your fellow scrubs to see who gets to join the ranks proper. Expect us to make life hard on you.
Enjoy the Blood Money. Try not to trip over Zod. Any questions?
